the shed of electrofried

        all that remains of the dying day is one last brilliant sunlit ray        

      monks walk past  this house in silence   from the churchyard grave boned across the muddy field cowled in single file   monks walk pas...

    poor elizabeth is cold in a winter's day landscape with fleeting clouds and a drizzle that leaches into your bones    poor elizabeth...

         A month or two ago there was a knock at our door. A charming grey-haired lady called Susan introduced herself and asked if she coul...